Here's what you get when...

...you put a guitar geek in front of a computer with a video camera.

Five days in Playa del Carmen

Highlights:

My Mrs, already beautifully sun-browned and delicious from over a week in Playa met me at the bus station. In the first half hour she got me a chicken tamale from a street vendor, gave me a few shots of tequilla and then 'put it on me' back at the hotel.

That pretty much set up how the next five days went.

Me, the Mrs and her sister - the kid Dominique - kept the following schedule:

a.m. - breakfast, beach
p.m. - beach, nap, 1st dinner and drinks
late a.m. - more drinks and 2nd and third dinner (usually found at a taco stand or pizza joint).

Other highlights:

Drinking all of the tequilla in Playa (or at least trying)
smoking a real Cuban cigar
food and drink everywhere you go
lots of friendly dogs hanging out at the bars.
warm sunshine, blue waters and tropical breezes
taste of the ocean and Resposado Tequilla on wife's lips
sitting on the beach at night in Tulum, watching the waves crash onto reefs and sand and spending the night in a cabana with the Mrs which was reminiscent of our honeymoon seven years ago.

(And just for the record, my wife is already more beautiful than 99.9% of the mortal females. But she got even more gorgeous with a few extra layers of sun darkened skin contrasting against her white bikini.)

In short, my five days in Playa was all about love, sunshine, tequilla, ocean, sky, good eats, family, friendship, sex, dreams and art.

My friends, I ask you, 'what more do you need?'

(More pics of the trip and posted here.)

Feline delinquent attempts arson

Does this look like the face of a criminal?

Yep.

My cat Baci nearly burned down the friggin' building this week.

I went out for a few hours to a friends house and when I got home and opened the door to the building, I immediately smelled gas. When I walked into the apartment and entered the kitchen, I found a pan full of tomato sauce on the floor next to the stove and the right front burner nob turned all the way up, filling the kitchen with natural gas.

I launched into a tirade of profanity as I began to open windows and break out the fans to get the dangerous fumes out of the building. I knew it was Baci, because he'd lately taken to jumping on the stove on his way up to the top of the refrigerator. I wanted to choke that little cat, but first I had to alleviate the threat of an explosion. I had to move fast because at any moment a spark could have blown us all to kingdom come (and I half expected Baci to try and finish the job by lighting a cigarette or something).

Not only did he nearly kill us all, he spoiled the rest of the very lovely tomato sauce I'd made the day before. I was hungry and looking forward to eating it over some linguini.

That little fucker might have 9 lives, but I've only got one. So every morning I tape up the nobs on the stove before I leave the house.